Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Main Source,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.